A problem has been brewing in my household. It may be slightly related to the lack of banana stock. Yeah… it’s pointless trying to keep them in ample supply with the minion infestation we have on our hands. The situation exploded in the past couple of weeks.
The heart of the problem―The Grass Is Greener Syndrome. My child struggles with the need for material things—the addition of new things—daily. He’s always wanting what somebody else has or the thing he doesn’t yet have. My husband would call this a lack of appreciation for what he has. I wonder if it isn’t deeper than that. I wonder if he is trying to fill a void, always stuffing it with something new. When he gets something new and the void isn’t filled, he moves on to the next new item on his list and begins the drumbeat we’ve all become so familiar with—the relentlessly hounding. Whichever it is, it’s been an ongoing problem for some time now.
But wait! Hold your fluffy unicorns for a moment. Before I continue down this minion story path I must tell you about Thor. Our god of thunder has been extremely busy the past couple of weeks and has managed to keep Melinda VanLone on her toes and running. I’m sure she’s now enjoying a quiet break with a fine cocktail…or napping a lot. 🙂 Catch up with Thor and his anarchy via the links below:
Getting back to the grass is always greener…my son recently returned home from a two-week trip with a small army of minions in his company. You’ve heard of these little guys? They’re small, yellow, talk funny, and are often found in the company of a plotting genius who is up to no good.
Yep. That’s them. He’s been home three days and I can’t tell you what lengths he’s gone to in the attempt to con me into driving to every store within a twenty-mile radius that might carrying minion toys. Oh, and the supermarket. Apparently minion toys can be found in certain cereals as well. It’s been nonstop attempts of manipulation!
Baaarg! Baah-bamaa. Aaargh!
Oh no! I’ve been taken captive! Does anyone speak evil minion? I have no idea what’s happening.
What did you say over there? I should WHAT? Let the kid buy all the minion merchandise his heart desires. Oh, I don’t know about that. I think that would be adding kindle to a fire that’s already out of control.
Barffk! Arghk mak ooouhhlaa arrrrgh!
…i.e. Don’t care
Sigh. How will I get myself out of this tangled mess?
<Shuffle. Scurry. Crack!>
“WHHHAAAAA?…Ohhh. He he he,” Minion Jerry cheeks turn bright red when Carl turns the gun around in Jerry’s hand, correcting his hold.
“Baaarrzz.” The evil minions march away, defeated, without further fight.
Minions to my rescue! Yay—they save the day!
“Hana, Dul, Sae. Kanpai! Hana, Dul, Sae. Kanpai!”
Translation: One, Two, Three. Cheers!
The rapid thunder of a multitude of mini-minion feet echo off the hard wood floors as they make a quick exit in search of ice cream.
Um…could someone please untie me?
Well, as you can see…it’s Minion crazy here at my place. While I sit and wait for some help with this binding, let me swing back to the topic those pesky little purple guys tried to stop me from talking about. Things. More and more stuff.
I won’t deny that I had some pretty awesome items when I was a kid, but nowhere near what kids today have. And I remember diligently saving up my chore money to buy that $2.48 fashion doll at the local toy store. I’m sure there are plenty of kids that still live like this today—carefully saving their money for that one special toy they must have. No doubt it’s a lot more expensive than my doll from so many years ago.
Our problem may be partially rooted in location. Many of our neighbors, and my child’s classmates, have more disposable income. It trickles down in more STUFF for the kids, and I assure you this never goes unnoticed. It starts as, “But so-and-so has…” or “When do I get a [blank] like so-and so?” It only expands from there. Wanting the same things to be cool like them, and eventually wanting more. Maybe it’s to prove something to himself or his classmates about status. Maybe it’s an illness or compulsion. Or maybe it’s simply a kid used to getting too much who can’t handle not looking, or who can’t accept “No,” for an answer.
It’s an ongoing work-in-progress.
Has your home ever been over-run by a particular obsession? Does anyone you know have this compulsion, be it any age with any type of item? Have you found a successful way of handling the situation?